The price agreed for soon the place was hired. 'Twas pitchy dark, Tom could not see a face; But 'twixt two passengers he took his place.

Tom was a social fellow—lov'd to chatter, And what the subject was, was no great matter; 'Eh, golls!' says Tom, 'in such a night as this, 'This warm frieze-coat of yours is not amiss; 'Be sleaping Maister—may I be so bold?' Tom shook him, but he only growl'd.